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Hundreds of young hopefuls flocked to London yesterday. Their dream? To allow a multi-million pound record company to exploit them for quick and easy profit in exchange for short-lived pop stardom.
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The usual suspects arrived – terrible singers in stupid costumes, baby-faced, wimpy-voiced teenage ‘men’, girls relying on their short skirts and exposed cleavage to enchant the judges…
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…but in the midst of this sea of mediocrity there was a star possessing qualities beyond all the secretly-gay pretty boys or big-voice small-brain girls. His name? Michael Mike!
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| Wow! You mean I’m really through to the next stage? | |
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| As long as you’re a Christian, have English as your first language and don’t mind us dictating every part of this scheme…I mean your career! | |
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